7mar 2021
Silence flounders in the mist of thoughts, glimpsing the moon strum notes of quiet and peace.. lost in that music, it moves to the soundless rhythm pulsing within.. it has a voice, it has a song, it speaks a language translated in our Being.. unheard.. unfelt.. the disquiet compels.. the chaos directs.. rushing moments into a frenzy.. and time, mirror to a mirage.. the sky spreads its palette in the East, brush held uncertainly, between the greys and pinks.. the sun finger paints muted hues, in the tranquil spaces of my heart.. writing pages of love in my eyes, making darkness a myth.. holding my hand.. beaming with light..
No comments:
Post a Comment